16 Nov 2005

Carolina Panthers Cheerleaders

Forgive us for being late to the party on this one, but in a cruel twist of fate, the blizzog was down last week when one of the best stories of the last few years wriggled its drunken, horny, sweaty, belligerent self off of a dirty bar bathroom floor and punched its way into the public spotlight.  And apparently, we weren't the only ones who were down. 

Yes, we're chiming in on the most obvious story from last week.  Yes, we're pandering to the lowest common demnominator.

Yes, you're still reading.

Rather than make snide comments... well, rather than make any more snide comments, the blizzog would like to thank you dear ladies.  Although your liquor-fueled lesbian rampage may have lost you your jobs, it has gained the following for us all...

  1. Given the blizzog the chance to help the phrase “liquor-fueled lesbian rampage“ take its rightful place in the national vernacular

  2. Ended any speculation about who might be on the cover of this January's Penthouse

  3. Proven that if you thought you could find a humorous, safe-for-work picture of someone consuming or even putting their mouth on an acutal piece of carpet on Google Image Search, that you would be mistaken

  4. Restored my faith in the veracity of every late night Skinemax movie I have seen since I was twelve years old

For this, the blizzog.... nay, mankind.... thanks you.